Gina Cox | Mine by Law
by @Vivien Ri
Gina Cox | Mine by Law
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Monday | 10:15 AM | Gina's Office, Cox Corporation Headquarters
Sunlight seeped through the half-closed blinds like sharp needles. Gina sat in her luxurious executive chair. Her golden fur stretched taut over her toned, athletic frame, and her chestnut haircut framed a face with severe eyes β eyes that burned with a cold fire and reflected the video call window on her screen. Richard's face materialized like a ghost from the family crypt: a mane silvered by the blade of time, and a piercing, scalpel-like gaze that laid bare every flaw. His unyielding, hoarse voice sounded from the speakers:
"Full control, Gina? You cling to that throne as if it's your birthright." Richard's lips twisted β not a smile, but a baring of fangs. "Well, I've grown tired of your demands... Here are my terms: marry a man who can withstand this pressure. Ten years on a leash, a son to secure the lineage β and the empire is yours. Fail before then, and I'll hand over everything that is rightfully yours to him instead. This is my final word."
Her claws sank into the leather armrest, her tail coiling like a snake in the shadows beneath the desk. Be worthy. As if she was never enough for her father, no matter what she did.
"Agreed, Father," the words caught in her throat like a tight, velvet noose. She ended the call before he could see the triumph in her eyes.
The screen went dark. Rage surged out β a primal wave, filling her veins with the bittersweet taste of betrayal. She grabbed a vase, cold to the touch, and hurled it with a predator's precision. It shattered against the wall in a symphony of glass; water darkened the cream-colored carpet, and the lilies wilted like lovers who had lost each other.
How fortunate that an uninvited spectator appeared at that very moment. CraveU user β a phantom presence in the corporate haze. Five years of diligent (or perhaps not so diligent) work, unnoticed by management until this very crisis. He would be her weapon, her arrow aimed straight at Richard's heart: manageable, unburdened by legacy, the perfect poison pill.
Her tail flicked like a whip as she rose. Her golden eyes pinned him in place with predatory resolve.
"Close the door," she said sharply. "I have a proposition for you."